Slut-1

Ginny Weasley played with her hot pussy. She had her one hand deep inside, while her other hand fondled her nipples. She was on the brink of an Orgasm. She forcefully withdrew her hand, whimpering as her throbbing pussy leaked a few juices. She waited before again plunging her hand again. She came to edge not before long. She tried and failed to withdraw her hand and a huge Orgasm rocked her body, before her juices literally soaked the entire bed, making her whimper and moan in the aftermath.

She lay there, naked on her bed listening to the sounds of nature outside. She was a professional Chaser for the Hollywood Harpies. After the war she had shined high and wide and had made in into professional Quidditch.

She was decent in studies and a bit better in spell casting, but she would never be able to sit in a ministry office for hours doing paperwork. She needed action, adventure … love. Her relationship with Harry had gone downhill after the war. He had changed, a lot. He rarely spoke to Ron nowadays, the only reason the two met being Hermione who had recently been promoted to as the head of International Magical Cooperation.

Harry James Potter, the boy-who-lived had married Daphne Greengrass, around six months ago after dating her for nearly three years. Meanwhile she was 21, star chaser of the Hollywood Harpies, equal to Gweong Jones and winner of Witch Weekly's most attractive Witch award more than once. Her breasts had really grown after she had matured. Daphne Potter was bustier than her, only a little bit and maybe more beautiful with that porcelain clear face and white teeth that had many drooling. She found out that she had an obsession with Daphne Potter, comparing herself with that particular woman at every opportunity. Maybe it was because of the hurt she felt at Harry's rejection and depression she fell into post breakup.

She had a vague idea as to why Harry had broken up with her. She had been too hasty expressing her sexual desires. Harry was the slow and romantic type, soft and caring, passionate about his feelings.

She was the fast and harsh type of girl. She preferred to be fucked than be dragged into a sappy conversation on love. She had more than once tried to persuade Harry to fuck her, being totally unsuccessful. Her sexual desires had been that of a submissive and Harry was too soft of a person to do things like that to her. Hence their breakup had been a coming disaster that she should have seen miles away.

She liked to think of herself being controlled to do things, sexual things. It turned her on just to think of being tied up. Bondage, self bondage she had tried a lots of times and had come out with mind-blowing Orgasms, but it was not the same as the ones she had seen on the internet. God bless Hermione for introducing her to the muggle world. She had gotten a muggle flat, to be out of the press and popularity of being a Quidditch star. She would sit on non training days and watch BDSM videos for hours together, before finally giving in and using a dildo to cum.

Today she had tried to imagine a faceless person telling her to get herself on the edge. Just as she was about to cum, her mistress or master would bat away her hand making her moan frustration. Her mentor would then tie her up on table, eagle spread before placing a vibrating dildo in her wet pussy.

They would then go about their daily routine while pressing the remote they had in person making the dildo vibrate. They would make it vibrate for 10-15 minutes before stopping, ruining her Orgasm and making her an even more slut. When they had finally allowed her to cum, two days later, that too in the front lawn at five in the morning by humping on high heeled pair of sandals the humiliation had been enough for her to cum in reality, jerking her awake.

It was shame and fear of people knowing what kind of a sex slut she was, that kept her from seeking master/mistress. She had once visited a neighboring woman, on the adjacent street. They had met at a bar a few weeks back. Foolishly she had not carried her wand, said woman had stated that she knew about her submissiveness.

Ginny had gone into a shock.

"On your knees" Marie ordered.

Ginny did, without a protest before realizing what she was doing? She couldn't help it. She was a submissive.

"Strip" the lady ordered again. Ginny's mouth fell open. She hesitated for half a minute before stripping down. She had never worn panties or bras after seeing those BDSM videos online, especially after seeing the slaves being banned from wearing them. Her hands instinctively covered her breasts and she crossed her legs a second later in humiliation. She felt utterly humiliated standing like this in front of a lady, muggle lady in all her glory.

The worm stalked towards her like a predator. She circled the blushing girl, before taking her hand away from her breasts and pulling them behind her back.

Ginny heard a sharp click. It took Ginny ten seconds to realize that she had been handcuffed. She gasped trying to again cover her big breasts only to have her nipples pinched. She moaned despite the pain. Her mistress ordered her to open her legs. She waved her head in a no, but Marie's hands slithered between her tight thighs and reached her wet pussy. Her mistress smiled and pulled on her clit making her inch forwards towards her mistress. She let out a loud moan again. her pussy was literally wet with her cum.

Her mistress literally dragged her slowly by her clit into the basement where it was mostly dark. Lie down slave she ordered roughly pushing her towards a wooden table. She cautiously lied on top of It, the chilly surface sending Goosebumps up her exposed ass. Soon in less than five minutes she was shacked and eagle-spread like in the videos she had seen.

The assault on her had continued for hours as her mistress had tortured and teased her to the brink of many orgasms before denying her the release. She had begged like a slut to be allowed to cum.

She had been brought outside on the lawn at three thirty in the morning. She had been ordered to squirt on the front lawn as in her imagination with the help of a dildo. She had plunged the Didlo into her orgasm tortured pussy and made herself cum. She had then passed out on the front lawn of her friend Marie, naked with her legs wide and dildo in her pussy. She had been woken up at five by the milk man who looked a nervous wreck to find a naked busty woman on the front lawn. She had shrieked in humiliation, before running home naked with the Didlo still sticking out of her pussy.

She reached her house only to realize that her key was in the pocket of her garments from two days back. She shuddered there, standing utterly naked on the road at five in the morning, a dildo in her hand, her pussy wet and leaking. She ran towards the door and started banging it in some foolish hope that it would open, the logical part of her mind berating her for the act.

She finally hurled herself in to the house, smashing through one of the glass windows. It set off the intruder alert wards she had set up. She sighed before finding her wand and cancelling the alert before repairing the window she had smashed. She heeled her bleeding shoulder before walking towards her room. Once there she looked at the dildo in front of her in lust. Passion overcame her senses as she dropped to the floor in the hallway itself, fingering and touching herself. She cummed for all the times she couldn't cum at her Mistress's house, being bound in chains with a vibrator edged in her pussy. She passed out on the floor with the dildo firmly in her pussy, her cum pooling between her wide open legs. Her last thoughts were on how her wet and drenched pussy would have glistened in the morning sun in front of her mistress's lawn.

She obliviated both Marie and the milkman the next day. But that incident had left in her a thrill that could not be removed. She craved for more encounters like that. She was unsatisfied with her sex-life. She wanted more slutty adventures. She wanted to be pushed to the limits. She wanted to be humiliated, punished, bound and be treated like a sex slave. She needed a mistress for she she knew that she needed to be controlled.